His Trouble Maker

Chapter 97

Chapter 97

JESSICA

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. Or how long I’m going to pretend I still am.

I shift my weight a little and my body screams. Something in my thigh burns under the bandage–ripped open, re–stitched. I don’t even remember how it happened. I remember teeth. Snapping. Blood. My own voice, feral and not mine.

I close my eyes again, just for a second, just to stop the room from spinning.

It doesn’t help.

The cabin is warm but unfamiliar. Too quiet. Wooden walls, patchy light from the fireplace, no windows big enough to see the sky. It smells like ash, antiseptic, and something vaguely sweet–like apples that are trying too hard. I catalog everything automatically. Where are the exits? How many seconds would it take me to crawl if he-

No. No, stop.

He’s not going to hurt you.

Not this time.

The clatter of the spoon jolts me. I flinch. Subtle, but not enough to go unnoticed. Grayson’s head snaps up. He looks at me, and the second our eyes meet I regret it.

“Y–You’re awake.”

I blink once. That’s the only answer I give him.

He moves like he’s going to come closer. I tense, and he stops.

I try to sit up and immediately regret it. Pain lances through my leg. The bandage pulls. My breath hitches and I hear it, the scrape of the chair legs behind him as he turns around again, fast.

“You’re not supposed to move too fast,” he says, soft.

“I’m fine.” It comes out more like a cough.

“You’re not. His eyes flick to my thigh, to the soaked through edge of the bandage. “You tore the stitches again.”

Of course I did.

Do you want help sitting up?”

I don’t answer. But he wants. He always waits. So I nod, barely, and his hand slips behind my back

flex kam help me up, and hate how good it feels just to lean on something solid How easy it would be to fall back into him, to forget. To prefund is okay between the two of us

pillow befund me

I’ve cooked something

stomach answers before I can, bwisting hard with that hollow, asidic burn that says it’s

meal for me turns out to be a great chaotic joke it throw but

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be

pour soup into a chipped ceramic bowl. It was gentle and a view that made

Grayson, how can we go back

not mourning in my

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vibrating from what I did. Him pretending

together.

Someone else was here.

is he doing here?” I snapped–no, snarled–my voice already feral before I

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in my ears, my limbs dragging pain behind them. I didn’t care.

rip his smug face

the nerve to

he owns the air. “Didn’t expect to see you on your feet

Sweetheart.

so hard I feel it reverberate through my bones. He stumbles, but that damned

charming right hook,” he mutters, spitting

gut you,

is

me, but it’s

grab Theo by the collar and slam him against the wall so hard the cabin shudders. His head thuds against the wood. Dust rains from the

in short, fractured gasps. “You

time quieter. “You’re going to have to be more specific, love. I’ve

forearm into his

I’m shaking

my arm–light, but grounding

I snap.

whirl on him, shoving him back hard enough he stumbles into the corner of the table.

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